J. W., Gent - Results found: 51

Since it hath pleased our king to spheare
us in this height of eminence lets shew
our selves morthy of dignities conferd
upon us,
By Thorne, in The Valiant Scot (1.1.1-5), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
They must be managed with straighter Raines and ruffer bitts for theare a haughty nation full of spleene
By Selby, in The Valiant Scot (1.1.7-9), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
Authority may with a slender twine hold
in the strongest head then what needs
Tyrany
By Thorne, in The Valiant Scot (1.1.12-13), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
tis allwayes better to be loved
then feared,
By Thorne, in The Valiant Scot (1.1.15), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
Observe his insolence,
By Haslerig, in The Valiant Scot (1.1.33-35), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
To what my king commands I humbly bend
By Old Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (1.1.47-48), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
one of that proude temper as should he
heare thy insolent demand would plucke
>Thee from thy seate,
By Old Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (1.1.65-67), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
Thy bed is a favor betters sue for
By Selby, in The Valiant Scot (1.1.89-90), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
My bloud shall never enter league nor
hold alliance with him that hates my
countrie,
By Graham, in The Valiant Scot (1.1.90-92), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
Misery above comparison
By Graham, in The Valiant Scot (1.1.104), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
The many favors we have gract thee with
blush to have been conferd upon a man
no better temperd,
By King Edward I, in The Valiant Scot (1.4.27-29), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
Heeres a storme showres of blood can scarse
allay.
By King Edward I, in The Valiant Scot (1.4.32), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
My soveraignes pleasure sits above my
Private passions,
By Percy, in The Valiant Scot (1.4.46-47), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
bloudy revenge lyes Ambusht in my breast,
By Grimsby, in The Valiant Scot (1.4.51), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
Hees meanly bred but spiritted above
beliefe,
By Haslerig, in The Valiant Scot (1.4.72-73), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
I have reade this maxime in state policie
Be sure to weare the danger in thy eye.
By King Edward I, in The Valiant Scot (1.4.107-108), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
You may thrust an ope into an egge shell if
you rost it by moone shine,
By Coming, in The Valiant Scot (1.5.10-11), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
Race him from your thoughts,
By Selby, in The Valiant Scot (1.6.66), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
I have conversd with him throwne myselfe into his bosome mingled thoughts
with him and finde him neith neither
worthy of thy love nor my aliance,
By Graham, in The Valiant Scot (1.6.38-41), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
Hee holds ranke with the best deservers
By Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (2.1.7-8), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 17v
 
Torture above indurance
By Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (2.3.19), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
a sea of purple tears
By Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (2.3.23), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
Death becomes thy dialect
By Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (2.3.23), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
Let not one sullen brow be seene,
By Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (2.3.52), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
calme your
spleene,
By Glascot, in The Valiant Scot (2.3.81), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
May we crave perusall of your commistion
By Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (2.3.115-116), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
Were certaine against my bosome bent
Theres gaine in blood if honourably spent
By Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (2.3.152-153), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
see them cradled in earth,
By Grimsby, in The Valiant Scot (2.3.154-155), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
Heeres injuries would strike fire in snow
Make loyaltie turn traytor and obedience
forget all duty.
By Grimsby, in The Valiant Scot (2.4.159-161), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
I desire a freindly enterview to here the wrong* Impartially and mildly minister redresse
By Percy, in The Valiant Scot (2.4.176-178), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
fame limbs him out for a gallant peice and is
so curious in her workmanship no part de=formes him,
By Clifford, in The Valiant Scot (2.4.204-206), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
I am necessities slave,
By Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (3.1.134), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
the earth is a souldiers
pillow
By General, in The Valiant Scot (4.1.2), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
The coffin you must sleepe in is this cave
Whole heaven your winding sheete all earth
your grave
The early larke shall sadly ring your knel
Your dirg be sung by mournfull Philomel
By Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (3.2.6-10), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
Hee scorns to cheate his glories from the sweat
of others brows, Ile not incoutner at the second
hand
By Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (4.1.57-59), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
Ile have the leading of the van,
By Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (4.1.65), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
fuller of insolence then strengh
By Clifford, in The Valiant Scot (4.2.30-32), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
His tounge is more warrior then his hands
By King Edward I, in The Valiant Scot (4.2.70), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
Take breath I would not have the world robd
Of too such sperits
By Clifford, in The Valiant Scot (4.3.18-19), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
Court winde=falls
Some earldome,
By Mentith, in The Valiant Scot (5.2.37-38), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
I am cleare as innocencie
By Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (4.3.63), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
Hee fishes with mercy and baits the hooke with the kings pardon,
By Mentith, in The Valiant Scot (5.2.16-17), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
I scorne to hang my hopes upon your promises However smoothly gilded,
By Mentith, in The Valiant Scot (5.2.19-20), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
Ile trust thee with my bosome,
By Bruce, in The Valiant Scot (5.4.38), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
what here
You locke is safe,
By Coming, in The Valiant Scot (5.2.43), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
our lips are sealed,
By Mentith, in The Valiant Scot (5.2.78), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
Ime to meete him before owne houre grow ^old
By Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (4.1.57-59), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18r
 
No armour can hold out fear
By Wallace, in The Valiant Scot (5.2.125), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18v
 
mine eye shall not be so compassionate to veiw him
By King Edward I, in The Valiant Scot (5.4.97-98), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18v
 
Peace is the balme of warres
By Clifford, in The Valiant Scot (5.4.159), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18v
 
the lampe that
Gave rebellion light hath spent the oyle
that fed it
By Clifford, in The Valiant Scot (5.4.156-157), J. W., Gent
in Folger MS V.a.87, f. 18v